I drift
into the mirror
chasing eyes
that once were mine
And leave behind
the futile wish
in memory
confined
The silver backing
traps my fear
releasing
what’s been hidden
As I become
divorced from time
resighted
— and regiven
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
Lovely poem with a great flow, my friend! Great job! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks again, so much.
This poem is deeper than the surface of the mirror it goes to the silver backing behind the glass and there the meaning can be found. Well don Kurt
Exactly, thanks.
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